[there is a couch with a coffee table, an arm chair that currently has a mightena in it. archie joins her a few minutes later, bringing over a cup of coffee. he finished his own. gulped that shit down anxiously.]

Not... physically. Ugh. It sounds so bad when you say it! [probably because it is a bad thing to say, dummy.] I don't know. There's too much going on all the time. I can't process it. I don't know how people manage to limit it.